(or) I am not my brother's keeper, I'm my brother.

We're all embattled in a grand and farcical game of stop hitting yourself.  We (in only the most royal sense) are speaking on a Universal scale here.

When is the last time that you didn't find yourself having umbrella fights with the gorillas on the streets of Bismark?  Ah, I thought not, and I knew you wouldn't say that.  If we followed the code of Hammurabi in reverse, we would be flush with eyes.

--RD